You determine in your heart to reach out to the blonde, but your legs won't cooperate. Let's just chalk that up to exhaustion and not your innate mutism around people.
Move, dangit! you shout in your head, and your leg jumps up and crashes down like a stiff magnetic robotic apendage moving for the first time on a magnetized plane. Your other leg follows suit, and soon they're alternating back and forth. It's like some weird CGI walk cycle where the concepts of anticipation and momentum are never considered. While it makes dated movies hilarious, it just elicits pity on your part.
At least you're walking though. Moving forward. Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot.
Left foot now. Right foot now, y'all. Two hops this time; two hops this time. Sliiiide to the left; sliiiide to the right. Freeze! Everybody clap your--cough cough ahem. Sorry about that. I got a little carried away.
The blonde notices you all up in her business, heavily wheezing and sweaty, standing over her. She offers a cordial smile, but uncomfortable awkwardness is radiating from every inch of her body. Even the steam from her hot chocolate seems to be glaring at you.
"H-h-hi." Your voice booms, just as robotic as your legs.
She shrinks back a little. "Hi."
Now what?
"I am Default." I'm starting to think you're a robot because of way you'v been acting since you got here. Wouldn't that be a cool plot twist?
"I'm Cindy," you can see her hand reaching into her purse, and her eyes don't exactly look friendly.
>> Ask if she's okay?